I can't think of anything profound to write today because my brain is completely wiped from work. So I'm posting a picture of one of our cats. His name is Klitschko, after the boxing Klitschko brothers (because, well, he's 20+ pounds and looks like a big scary Russian boxer). But he's really a big...pussy cat. You see where he's laying? On my work. He comes into my office and jumps up on my work space without regard to the fact that I'm WORKING!For those of you who believe in fate, or answered prayers, or Santa Claus, the story of how we came to adopt Klitschko the cat is a sweet one. Two years ago at the end of November, my daughter, who was 9 at the time, wrote a Wish List for Santa and posted it on the fridge. The first thing on the list was a "kitty who will sit on my lap and let me rub its belly." (You see, our other cat is not so friendly. If you try to pet him you're likely to pull back a bloody stump.)
About 3 days later, in freezing snowy weather, what do you think happens but this poor bedraggled, half-starved stray cat shows up at our door with sweet pathetic puppy-dog eyes. Of course my daughter fell in love instantly, and Mr. Klitschko became a member of the family.
He has definitely lived up to her request, too. He lets everyone rub his belly, and sleeps on everyone's beds, and sits on everyone's laps (and makes me sneeze).
So, that's my story of the wonder of fate, or karma, or unity in the universe, or Santa, or whatever you choose to call it.
Hope everyone has a great evening!